Headstones and Land Mines
Headstones and land mines
Flowers and red wines
They buy you nice things
And they sing pretty songs
But it doesn't help
Oak trees and dirt piles
Funerals and mistrials
They say pretty words
And they hug from 6 feet
But it doesn't help
And nothing works
But time
And it all hurts
But it's fine
Chaos and carpet
A study in scarlet
The room doesn't talk
And the furniture nods
As I pass
Heights marked in pencil
Kitchen utensils
The books don't say sorry
They don't crowd and touch
They're just observers
Collecting their dust
They know that nothing they say is enough
So they don't say a thing